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Classic Holden Car Club NT, Mandorah Run
Photo from Damon W (his is the green Torana)
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Epic Halloween weekend…
So I’m driving homies back to their place after the Halloween party…on the way, we get made to detour by the po-lice. We get lost, wind up in a cul de sac that offered a stunning view of the accident scene they were guarding…30+ year old Indigenous man steps out of the shadows onto an 80km/h rd and gets taken out by a P plater. Exact same road it happened to my Mum on. We see the body, we see the car, we finally get these homies home…
Driving back, I indicate and my horn beeps…every time…no indicating for Emily. So le EH goes back to Danger Derek Autos for some time-out.
The next day, Derek pulls it apart and goes “Oh your steering wheel is fucked.” RIP my ginormous old skool steering wheel. Yesterday, the man fixes the indicator, adds a converter and puts on a BANGIN black racing steering wheel. At least now if I hit something, I won’t smash my pride-and-joy perfectly straight nose into the steering wheel and die. BUT, now I do run the risk of actually being able to clear the steering wheel and go through the windscreen…
So I’m stoked. I start driving to Krystal’s to show off, and to have epic hug times with Jaxson the doberman. On the way, I’m feeling good. No-ones around, so I put my foot down. All of a sudden….BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. The fucking horn started and wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop until Dad cut the connection, twenty minutes later in the driveway back at home. So I drove around like a dickhead in the least subtle car in Palmerston with my horn beeping non stop and several young things getting excited thinking I was beeping at them.
Epic. Lucky my Daddy is a legend.